Model For Edward Lear (Poetry)

There is an old man in the park
conversing with the birds
like a guru granting audience
his feathered flock expectant
perched with head-cocked curiosity
in ranks upon his overcoated arms
and showing rapt attention
they seem bold.

Seeking intimate eye-contact
bobbing — bowing — treading soft on tweed
they never cease their chanting
a reverent coo-cooing
in contemplation of his beard
wagging white as nesting wool.
This sage he offers wisdom
mixed with crumbs of bread miraculous
from shopping bags

feeds pressing bodies and each airy soul
with understanding of their needs
and such sincere communications
are acknowledged pigeon-wise
with eager trusting feet.